Twas the night Iran went nuclear, when all through land
Not a word was made mention; they were mute as the sand.
The scientists displayed enriched uranium with care.
To inspect it, their leader soon would be there.
The children of Israel were snug in their beds,
While visions of sufganiyah danced in their heads.
They dreamt of latkes and kugel and brisket well-seasoned
And hadn't a care; Hanukkah was the reason.
Back in Iran, there arose such a clatter,
Mahmoud was ecstatic; he was mad as a hatter.
"Israel won't exist exist; their land will be hexed,
Then America, watch out, for you will be next!"
"Now Bushehr! now, Natanz! now, Karaj and Arak!
We have nuclear weapons and we will attack!
The cities of Satan shall crumble and fall!
And, Allah willing, they'll be nothing at all!"
To the world he said naught, but went straight to his work,
Ordering warheads filled, he went truly bizerk.
Atop his weapons, he grinned and whooped as he posed,
Then giving a nod, to the launchers they rose!
Secured in his bunker, to his team gave a whistle,
And away warheads flew on Shehab-3 missiles.
He triumphantly exclaimed, as they climbed out of sight,
"Merry Christmas infidels, and to all a good-night!"